I Wanna Get Better (Rac Mix)

Hey, I hear the voice of a preacher from the back room

Calling my name and I follow just to find you

I trace the faith to a broken down television, and put on the weather

And I've trained myself to give up on the past 'cause

I froze in time between hearses and caskets

Lost control when I panicked at the acid test

I wanna get better

While my friends were getting high and chasing girls down parkway lines